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Sunday, April 7, 2013

Don't You Dare Laugh!

After less than five hours sleep, I dragged myself out
of bed this morning to get ready for church. Absolute determination and a large
cup of coffee got me started. I didn’t feel like going, but I did and was happy
about it. I always feel better when I go to church.

I think that’s the way it’s supposed to work.

Later, back at home, the caffeine wore off and I was very
tired. It was all I could do to stay awake. Finally, with dinner almost ready,
I put it on hold and flopped on my bed with my pillow, a thin blanket
and Liza, my cat.

I rarely nap. But today, I did. And it felt good! I’m
always sleep deprived. Only thing was, it didn't last long enough. Only 30 minutes. It
made me feel worse. But I summoned the determination once more and off to the
kitchen I went to finish dinner for Mr. H. and me.

Mr. H. is so helpful. He came in to set the table and
then sat down to keep me company while I finished.

I’m always a little clumsy in the kitchen but it seemed worse than usual today. I kept spilling and dropping things.

But I kept my “cool” until I reached into the bottom
cabinet for a can of something or other and dropped it. When it tumbled to the floor
hitting Liza’s water bowl on the way down and splashed water all over me and
the kitchen floor; I’m pretty sure the temper fit I pitched wiped out all the
good that going to church had done for me.

When things like this happen, something stupid always escapes
my mouth. Never fails!

“Cans shouldn’t be placed on top of each other like
that," I shrieked. “It’s too easy for them to topple out of the cabinet and hit
the dog’s water bowl!”

Wiping up the water on the floor, I glanced at Mr. H.
and saw that his lips were curling up at the corners. I realized my mistake.